The Gym, Wednesday afternoon after classes

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Okay, so yesterday's spar hadn't been the best idea ever. Just letting off steam was going to get someone hurt, and apparently Jen needed a sparring partner too, to judge by Radio. So after weight-training and eskrima in the salle in the morning, Dinah left a message for Jen to meet her in the gym after classes.

Still punching that bag. Today, more like it had insulted her acting abilities.

[for the semi-incognita pink ranger; but open for your other gym-ly needs]

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"Got your message," Jen said, showing up at the gym in her usual black workout pants and pink sports bra, and looking much, much less comfortable in her own skin than last time they'd done this.

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"Hey. I haven't seen you since the cruise," Dinah said, backing off the bag for a minute, and pushing a strand of hair off her face. She winced. "Um. Should I be apologizing for not objecting at your almost-wedding?"

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"Let's not ever talk about that again, how about that?" Jen said, grimacing.

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"Aww, c'mon. Other people actually got married, Jen. At least you stopped when Francine yelled at you." Okay, that might not be helping. Dinah rolled her eyes. "So, want to switch from beating up wildlife to trying to beat up me?"

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"Oh, God, please," Jen said, dropping her bag and kicking it aside. "And I wasn't beating up wildlife. It was a tree. Until what's her name showed up. The pissy blonde."

Beat.

"Either one of them."

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"Katchoo. At least, I think that's what Francine called her. I just call her Angry Blonde." Dinah tilted her head. "What'd the other blonde do? I was laughing too hard at Emmett to really follow everything in the broadcast." She picked up some gloves, and threw them over to Jen. "A tree is wildlife!"

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"What kind of name is that?" Jen scoffed, pulling off her workout gloves to put the sparring ones on -- while she went through her warmup stretches, because she could multitask that way. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about it. Possibly ever again in my life."

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"I am a good enough friend that if you fight me, we don't have to talk about anything," Dinah told her. "It's been that kind of week."

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"You sounded like you needed the outlet," Jen said sympathetically, "and this is way better than me blowing my top in the middle of the preserve."

Even if it would have felt good.

"So do you want to talk about it, or just start swinging?"

[not_in_the_book]

Having had a good workout with his sword the day before, Ronan decided to head to the gym today to do some weight-training, and maybe see if there were anyone with whom he could spar.

Not that he had much hand-to-hand experience, but it's not like he'd get any better if he didn't practice.

He noticed the sparring match going on as he came in and waved to the combatants, but aside from that decided not to bother them, at least not until they finished the match. Instead, he headed over to the weight machines and began to work with them.

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It was a good thing Jen was so focused on the spar, because she'd have gotten knocked out cold if she'd seen Ronan come in from sheer flail.

As it was, once she finished she was pretending very, very hard not to see him.

Because staring at her towel was so convincing.

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"Hey, Jen!" Ronan called, waving at her, after he saw that she'd finished. He'd just finished his set on that machine, so he got up and came over, grabbing his towel and throwing it around his shoulders on the way. "How's it going? Did you have a good rest-of-the-cruise?"

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"Ronan." Jen sounded, just a little bit, like she was choking. "Hi."

Not answering the question is really slick. Way to show off your police training there, Scotts.

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Ronan raised one eyebrow and resolved to check out the radio broadcasts for the last few days.

"As much fun as it was," he filled in, "it's good to be back at school, too." He waved generally at where she and Dinah had been sparring. "You looked pretty good out there. Care for a go?"

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Jen did cough now, her cheeks burning. "I, um. I think I might be tapped out for the night," she stammered.

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Ronan actually frowned now, a little concerned. "I, ah, hope I didn't do anything... untoward whilst on the cruise," he said. "That was by no means my intention."

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"No, no," Jen said quickly. "You didn't. You were just fine," she added, and that didn't help the fire-engine color of her face right now.

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"Hi, Ronan," Dinah said, flopping down on the mat after the match to stretch a little, half-addressing the ceiling.

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"Hey, Dinah," Ronan returned, waving at her. "You looked good up there. You been sparring long?"

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"Thanks," she said, pleased and rolling over onto her stomach to smile at him. "About, oh, close to a year and a half now? Seventeen months. Jen's really good to practice against."

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Ronan laughed. "I can imagine," he said. "She is... athletic."

He nodded his head toward the mats. "Care for another round?"

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She probably shouldn't, after the sparring with Jen. She was tired and bruised already. But... "If I wind up landing on you again like last time? That is it Ronan. I don't want to spontaneously combust." Dinah got to her feet and blew her hair out of her eyes.

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Ronan couldn't but laugh at that. "Agreed," he said, as he rolled out his neck and stretched out his arms. "Whenever you're ready!"

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Dinah grinned, wincing a little at her sore muscles, and got into ready stance. "Now."

She bounced up on her toes, determined not to make the first move this time.

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Jack decided to get some quality time in with a bit of weights and the bag, if it was free.